♦ pitied by @arribaTorrente
I Would Grip The Stem And Let The Thorns Draw Blood If It Meant I Would See That Brilliant Red She Wore Under Her Skin Again
I Snipped Too Deep Again I Have To Start Over
Because If Even A Single Leaf Is Out Of Place You Cannot See What You Make Of It
Rough nIIght. 2hould've taken another 2hIIft.
This Stem Is Off By Half An Inch Because Of My Terrible Mind
a conscience only serves as t)(e final barrier in )(oldin back your true potential. it is t)(e last question against total greatness. "W)(y?" or "S)(ould you?" or "Is it rig)(t?" are not questions to ask w)(en you are embracin and assertin your rule: t)(e rule of ot)(ers, t)(e rule of t)(e self, t)(e rule of land and property, t)(e rule of wealt)(. all t)(e same t)(in, all t)(e same questions; all t)(e same limiters. discard t)(ose fuckin limiters. live your trut)(. SURR-----END-----ER T)(AT PART OF YOUR MIND. LIV--------------------------------------E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
someone keeps stealing my thigh highs and i think i knoww wwho #vvaguepost and also my hat but her horns are far too large so i do not see wwhy she wwould steal something she cannot evven wwear #vvaguepost again
confession dont get mad i used to go on roleplay roulette sites as "writhing mass of tentacles" (tags: The Rankmaid/Confessions, #nsfw, archive rating: E)
are lusii really that important? cold we not have older trolls rase younger trolls? are lusii the tols of the empire to keep us from uniting?
show spheres is winning in the replies of my last post and im suddenly realizing how risky this entire thing was
as a 40k kult celebration i will post a photo of me doing whatever the most liked suggestion is in the replies go!
alrig)(t t)(ats definitely a you timeline t)(in i could not give a s)(it about gender expression
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READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ #storytime when i was a younger ptitsa. i wasnt really raised like normal trolls. i mean i had a lusus but we got separated for a while. there was a community-ran building, i know that just sounds wrong. but there was. it took lowbloods without housing, im sure there were ulterior motives but what was important was that it worked. the head was this rustblood his name was something like azalea? i dont remember much about him. its been so long i dont remember his voice or his face. i was taken in roughly maybe 6 sweeps ago. i didnt have a great room. it was small like a cage. i felt if i extended my arms out too much, id get stuck. pipes were rusty and leaky, the place smelt of soggy dirt--- the walls were smeared with this awful texture. they werent made of metal but they werent made of wood either. id spend a lot of the time sleeping on the floor instead of the recuperacoon. maybe those are where the nightmares started. the ones where i was running around an empty manner with no one there. empty. distant. cold. like the room. i made a lot of droogies at that stripey-hole. not that it was actual one, but with the older trolls that ran like millicent it certainly felt like one. bronzebloods, goldbloods. occasionally a midblood would be taken in despite. there was a singular jade on the team. she was the only one who was any dobby at keepin the nadsat in check. we were troublemakers. i set a lot of fires when i was a nadsat. i think it was the warmth and the colors. id set them when there were drone strikes in nearby slums, id hop on the espresso rapido, my frond gripped tight on the handles and the air would rush through my luscious glory. strands and curls caught in the breezes. they didnt much care when a lowblood went missing, so i went missing a lot on these sort of trips. there was something freeing about it. a sweep or two later i left on a espresso rapido. growing up i had a lot of respect for that place. it tried something different. it tried community. something i still try to make. a banda lowkrovvies, vecks and devochkas, workin together like charlies at places of worshop. and i grew up, i joined the gazetta i did. the outglut observer was doin' things that no other place was trying to do anymore. recently, i thought back on this part of my jeezny. i hopped another espress rapido back to the slums where they were. just to see what was going on. i went inside and it was vacant. not a single lewdie left. they always tell you that when you go back to a place like that, you hear the kids laughing and runnin' down halls, the ghosts of nostalgia nukin the place... but when i went there. there werent anything. it was quiet. it was wind. it was nothing. every corner you took, every room you looked into. there was nothing but overgrowth, the breeze of gentle wind and the light from the moon up above, as if it was curious and exploring the place with you. there was no raskazz to be told there. it was just... a place. i left after i visisted my starry room. i wonder if maybe in another raz or maybe in another jeezny, it wouldve been alive when i came back. eh, thats wishful messels. ]
im trying to get better at posing for selfies does anyone have any tips https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/82f03a56fcbb.png (tags: The Rankmaid/Chittr, rankmaid-sensei, my face, archive rating: G)
now a response as lame as t)(at one i know your dumbass mustve crafted yourself keep playin toys little brownblood.
࣪⊹₊˚{ + when does she get to cull her potential cullers? i wont skip around. but i will wait VERYYYY patiently four when she does. }^o^{ }^7^{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪